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Fuck being on some chill shit

Season 2, episode 8, I am neck deep into the Wire. I’m in love with the characters. I’m in love with the writing. David Simon, will you marry me? My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds That rise from the lake to the trees. I wrote four screenplays. I have to write forty. Four hundred. I have to ride shotgun. I have to keep my head down. McNulty is on a bender, fucking a waitress believably, crashing his car. The best lines are the throwaway lines. The string on the detective’s readers. THe Honeywell. The ceiling fan. The mole on the chin of a working stiff.

Anybody home?

21 Responses

  1. Just wait until Treme! David Simon on fire! Binged on The Wire this fall. I’m from outside of Baltimore so I was partial. Now am watching Treme after going to NOLA.

  2. Yep. I’m on Season 5. Still good.

  3. I am home with my tooth implant and swollen achy jaw. Totally sad I can’t have chips or crackers or crusty bread for 8 WHOLE WEEKS.

    But I’m writing. Dammit. So there’s that. Hugs to you Betsy.

  4. Yes, I am. Big writerly hugs back at you. Felt electric after seeing Kate Tempest live last December. Months later, a friend got me one of her books and on the ride home Bjork sang, “There’s more to life than this” and I thought: Yes, but only if you’re brave, like these two women. So I try to be – when I remember, that is.

  5. Some world building beauty there on the level of Dickens.

  6. I hear ‘ya. But, wait until you get to OMAR; he’s a planet unto himself.

    Sent from my iPhone

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  7. “My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds That rise from the lake to the trees.”
    Goodness greatness.

    Thank you, Betsy, for placating my mood, fitting fuck, shit, chill and being into a sentence that sparked up and sparkled my inbox.

  8. “Anybody home?”
    Hell yes and always waiting.

  9. I’m here. My new book was just released. I’m happy.

    • Tell us more about your book.

      • Jenny Barker, a street-smart thirteen-year-old, lives in Buffalo with her mother, Rudy, and “stepfather,” Daddy Jake—both meth heads.
        One morning, Rudy kills Daddy Jake with his own rifle and is sentenced to life in prison. Jenny is shipped off to Paris, New York, a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, to live on a farm with an old woman, her granddaughter, and the hired man—a shopworn backup-guitar-player from the Janis Joplin era.
        Although Jenny vows to get out of Paris as fast as she can, things don’t unfold the way she thought they would and gradually she finds hope: an amazing musical talent she didn’t know she had, Gracie Disher, a kindred spirit who lives right down the road, and Bo, the hired man who shows Jenny what a loving parent is like.
        Jenny Barker is not a regular girl. She’s “a kid who has seen and heard every hateful, gross thing a human being is capable of doing or saying.” How Jenny deals with the secrets and mysteries of her train-wreck family makes for captivating reading.

        “The characters just about dance off the pages in this graceful and touching story about a young girl’s search for love.” —Lesley Kagen, New York Times bestselling author of The Undertaking of Tess and The Resurrection of Tess Blessing.

    • I recently read a nice review of Stony Lonesome Road in the Plattsburgh Press Republican. Congratulations, Bonnie!

  10. the stars look very different today

    and i think my spaceship knows which way to go

  11. All in the game, yo. All in the game.

    Bad guys against bad guys, cops against cops, pols against pols, everyone against everyone else, and McNulty losing to McNulty.

    In my Sherlock days, I was Lester. You?

  12. Idris Elba. My eyes are shooting cartoon hearts all over the screen.

  13. Good to see that much of the gang is still here and that Betsy is still giving us prompts and provocations. I haven’t seen The Wire at all and count it as one of the major gaps in my experience.

  14. Yep, here and recovering from family visit/meltdown/screamer of a day yesterday. I’m obviously missing something – THE WIRE. Will have to check it out.

  15. I’ve been looking for a series to make the exercise bike more bearable. Will need to check this out.

    I’m still here, there, and everywhere.

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